Dyzklamer: I be not doin da owning of da Teen Titans. Haha, anyone who just read this probably looked horrified for about two seconds…the looks on ya'lls faces=priceless. But seriously, I do not own Teen Titans, although I am secretly related to Raven ;) Enjoy the story!
It looms in the distance, the definition of majesty and power, illuminating the shadows of the night until the midnight cloak is swept away by master of the light. The light is bold, but the quiet allure of the luminous, silver orb is always comforting. Some may call it cold and lifeless, but it is always there in times when comfort is needed in the caress of the moonbeams. Some may say it slowly moves away year after year, but for now it is here to stay and witness the peace only achieved when the people of Earth are in the embrace of sleep. All save one.
Darkness encompassed the floating figure in tendrils of black enchantment; the effect was haunting, yet not unsettling…it matched the serenity of the moon. A light breeze picked up, and purple hair swept across the features of her face, giving the grey pallor of her skin some life. Her eyes were closed; her lashes barely touched the cheeks tinged slightly pink from the cold. A dark, heavy cloak flowed around her gently, protecting her from the cold of winter. She bathed in the soft light given off by the moon, all the while chanting a familiar phrase.
"Azarath Metrion Zinthos"
Turmoil escaped, purging the body of stress, anger, fear, and all other emotions, to leave only a null void of inner tranquility. This was the ultimate goal, to feel the purity after all remnants of what makes her evil leaves her soul. She took in a slow breath and recited her mantra yet again, totally at one with her surroundings; the roof of the Titan's Tower was her place of solace, and now it was covered in a thin blanket of snow. Breathe in. Breathe out, ever so slowly. She walked the thin line between sleep and consciousness…then from out of nowhere a single, brave fly buzzed through the magic, as if not noticing or caring about the lone human and her idyllic state of mind. It was annoying, and reminded her of the reason she had to meditate tonight in the first place. The stillness was gone and she flicked away the little insect when she actually felt like taking her boot off, beating it to a tiny pulp, taking its remains and-
Stop it Anger! Her voice was forced. "Azarath…Metrion…Zinthos…" The words had lost their calming power. It was no use.
Like when a stone is thrown into a placid lake her peace was disrupted, thoughts formed, and thoughts rippled to create unwanted questions, which in turn became waves of emotions breaking free from their once closely guarded prison. Meditation was now useless, and she sighed resignedly and stepped onto the roof; the firmness of the flooring only made reality's entrance more concrete to the now perturbed young woman. She was Raven, and she had an issue with a bothersome fly that reminded her of her predicament. He was there. And that made everything worse.
"Ow! Y'know, you didn't have to do that." His cheery and deeper-than-usual voice cut through the open air like a beam of light through the darkness. He transformed into the young man she knew so well, falling to the ground and landing in a cat-like crouch, leaving four foot/handprints in the snow beneath him. All the while he rubbed his backside.
"I was meditating. You interrupted me when I actually wanted to be alone…more than usual, at least. I took the initiative to teach you a lesson. Deal with it." Her usually emotionless voice was weary, for with her peace went her willingness to stay awake.
"I'm sorry. I heard you come up here, and I thought you would appreciate the company…Gosh, it's cold! How can you stand it up here?" The scrawny teen shivered in the frigid atmosphere, the frigidity not only between him and the air, but between him and Raven as well.
A small sigh escaped her lips as she began to walk towards the door leading down into the building. Why does it have to be so far away? She might as well confront him and get it all over with.
"Beast Boy, don't think I don't know what you really came up here for. I've been watching you during practice, and you haven't been giving it your all like you normally do, in fact, you look kind of scared to. There must be something that's bothering you about your powers, and I seemed like the best person to consult because I have experience with "power issues." I get that you need someone to talk to, but this isn't the time to do it. This is my "me time." I really don't mean to be insensitive, but I'm tired, so please, can we talk tomorrow? I promise I'll remember." Wow that was wordy.
"Uhhhhhh…wow. How'd you know that? That's super cool!" He grinned with genuine curiosity and wonder, showing off his fangs. His pointed ears seemed enlarged by the hair that was slowly becoming covered in white snow; the pale color made his emerald skin and hair stand out in the bleak background. She wondered briefly why he was in his uniform instead of his pajamas. When did he get so tall...?
"Personally, I'd rather not explain right now…although it does have something to do with common sense. You should look it up sometime. Now can I please go to bed?" Her arms and legs were about to fall off, and an image flashed through her mind of being stuck on the roof, not being able to escape Beast Boy's chatter due to the detachment of said limbs. It was not a pleasant image.
"Sure Rae! Whatever you want, as long as I can talk to you tomorrow…erm…today? What time is it?"
"Don't call me Rae."
"Okay, cool, no need to get offensive…offended…seriously though, what time is it?" He stood there shivering, teeth chattering, and looking younger than his 18 years of age.
She rolled her eyes and engulfed herself in dark energy to transport herself to her room; he only smiled a little to himself, shook off the snow, and began the descent to his room. As he walked down the stairs he took his uniform off to reveal his pajamas underneath. He always thought it best to address his teammates in proffessional attire.
In the sanctity of her room, Raven fell onto bed and wished she could stay there for all eternity. But alas, it was not to be, for in a few short hours she would be talking to Beast Boy, probably on the rocky shore of Titan's island. She slipped beneath the sheets and allowed sleep to claim her; the moon's beams embraced and shielded her figure for what little time they could.
The moon sees all but never tells...its secrets die with the coming of the new day.
Notes: Not a bad way to end chapter numero uno, no? New chapters will be coming up soon if I get a few comments, I promise...constructive criticism please!
